Apology Poem #3

To my little sister,



I was turning eighteen, jus t a few weeks left. I was on the home stretch
and I thought I was doing well. I had put it out of my head and just wanted
to put up with it. I had to be strong, I didn’t want to leave. I had to stay here
for him. I knew how upset he’d be if I’d left. But I couldn’t do it, I don’t think
they’ll ever understand.

When I left I came to live with mom, I don’t know if you remember the day.
I always wanted to be here with you but I didn’t think I had it in me. I do now.
I want to be here to support you and to be on your side. You’re so young,
I didn’t want you to be here all alone. But here’s the thing, I owe you an apology.
I was so selfish; I didn’t want to leave him to come here. Here, not much of a home,
But it was where you are. Someone needed to be on your side to be here to protect you.

Since she doesn’t do a good job, you had to stick up for yourself for so long. She’s so
Much bigger then you are, I don’t know how long you’ve been able to be strong.
You’re only six years old and you never fought back. Don’t worry I’m here now.
I’ll stick up for you and make sure your voice is heard. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here
Sooner. It’s gotten bad, the way she raises her voice, but you’re not alone anymore.

You’ve got me and a few other people here now. You’ll never be alone as long
As I’m alive. A little girl so fragile and unaware of the real world. Someone needs
To be there to protect you and I swear as your older sister I’ll always be here.
No matter what happens in your future, good or bad. You can always count on me.

Benediction Poem

A Stroke of Good Fortune


Learn that you cannot command things.
There will always be road blocks,
But it is your job to overcome them.
Don’t let a bump in the road misguide you.

Stay focused on the path that you want to follow.
Remember your weaknesses and improve
With every chance you get.
Be daring and brave with the unknown.

No one person can overcome destiny,
But you all have the power to write what you choose.
Embrace the good times and the bad.
Remember to make the decisions that you want and
To always follow your heart.

Anger Poem

Fraudulent Trickster

You’re gone again; you’ve left me waiting for you.
A quick phone call. You excused yourself like you always do.
I am a women and like any women I know what your doing.
Your tricks and games that you play. I’ve caught on.
I’ve seen that hidden smile and twinkle in your eye,
The way that your secret conversation brings you such pleasure.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, and when your gone and I lay in bed at night alone
I think of you. And the person who your probably laying with instead of me.
I’ve played it out in my head. Why is she so much better then me? What qualities does she posses that makes you love her more then me? I’ve blame myself and for what purpose? To make me feel like I did something wrong? Or to make you look like your not the sinful man that you truly are.

You will not lay in bed with me no more.
You my dear have slept next to me for the last time.
No longer will I be put on the back burner so you can sneak around town.
You want to run with the bulls, and you want to sip wine with other women.
If you want to be free then I will set you free.
I have cut the ties that keep you attached to me.

Go away stray dog, this is not your home and I will not feed you any longer.
This bed that you have made full of lies is one I hope your proud of.
I will not give in to you like I have in the past.
With your sweet warm dark eyes and your heart melting smile.
You can go blind; you can loose all your teeth.
I see through you, and all I see when I look at you is nothing.

Nonexistent is what you have become to me.
It’s not like you were really here anyways, your heart and your mind
Always wandered away from me. I don’t know the person that you have become but I can tell you this.
I hate you,
I despise you.
You no god self absorbed sad excuse for a man!

Ring.

Not now, now is not the time for interruptions.
My mother, why is she calling me.
No mom I do not have time for this.
He’s doing it again, he’s out there.
I cannot sit here and talk to you.
I have to go, I don’t know what I will do.
Leave me alone mother!
Goodbye.

A man, at least what you wish to be.
Just a boy playing dress up is what you really are.
Immature child, you really had me fooled.
Consider this game over.
You can find yourself a new other.

I will do the same. I will find another too.
Someone more significant and only one.
One, a number you can not comprehend.
Selfish bastard, rot in hell.
I hope that arms that hold you at night keep you warm.
I hope she can make you laugh and smile like you did with me.

You said you could never find another one like me.
Have you?
Did you really find another woman as good as me?
Or someone better?

I wonder if you have thought about me when you’re with them.
I don’t even think you thought of me.
Never considered my feelings.
Monogamy is something I believe in.
But you can’t keep it in your pants long enough to even say I love you.
You’re always out the door running.

Scared foolish little boy.
You can search forever because you will never find another one like me.
I am only one of its kind,
And this rare jewel is finished with you.

Toothless
Tommy Taylor Thomas so happy and true.
Always told his toothbrush adieu.
Enjoys eating candy and sweets.
Slowly his teeth deplete.
Full of guck and grim
He never even brushed before bedtime.

One day Tommy Taylor Thomas will learn.
Never to enjoy mouthwashes burn.
Everyday another bon bon and twix
He’ll never know what the tooth fairy’s got in her bag of tricks

He ate candy by the bucket.
Even importing candy from Nantucket.
His tummy would toss and turn.
Maybe one day Tommy Taylor Thomas will learn.

Another stomach ache and upset stomach later.
His mouth started slowly turning into a moon crater.
Gaps in his gums started to form.
The tear drops from his eyes caused a storm.

Tommy Taylor Thomas once a happy child.
Now toothless, Tommy Taylor Thomas never smiled.
It was a little too late for Tommy Taylor Thomas.
Hopefully you will never break the brushing your teeth promise.

Crayon Poem

Shared Memories

A place in time.
New house, new home.
New family, thrown together.
Bumps in the night,
An unexpected visitor.
Memories to tell,
Forcing those to listen.

Awake, in a familiar place.
Home or was it?
Little girl dark hair, big brown eyes.
Playing like any little girl.
Thud
Bang
Unaware of what’s coming.
Frozen, trapped in her memory.

A man appears tall, thing, square face.
Dark piercing eyes filled with rage.
Bang
Little girl is frightened, trying to hide.
The skeleton thin man grabs her.
Grasps her little body by the neck.
His face so twisted and dark.
Demented dark eyes locked on the girls.

A sudden scream and silence.

Awake, on my green coach sweating in a panic.
Little girl warns them now and again.
Not alone, he’s here too. Lurking in the shadows
Trying every night unexpectedly.

“Beware,” she warns.

A dream, a nightmare. It’s our reality.
The little girl with red eyes waits to play.
Just wanting a friend, warns with flicking lights.

“Beware, I’m Elizabeth and I may not always play nice.” She cautions.
Her memory shared and linked with us forever.
Mysterious man hides in the back of the house,
Leaving room for the little girl to roam.
Bleeding eyes,
Nightmares.
Slamming doors,
Cool breezes.
Scratches and whispers.
Everyday they remind everyone,



We are here, this is our home.
We want you out.
Welcome new play things.
Don’t be frightened.

Sincerely,



Your invisible companion.

Peasant Wedding Poem

Emma:

Ever since I’ve come here I have been an outsider.
Lost in a sea of twirling, soar feet and big egos.
Back home I was the best, but now I’m just the
ugly duckling in a twisted version of Swans Lake.
Everyone thought I’d make it far, and be the best.
Well, I’m here. I think it looked better the brochure.
Too many attitudes, secrets overshadow my ability to be happy.
I am happy for the opportunity, but most others here could careless.
Surrounded by rich kids with their noses in the air.
I wish I could high kick them in the face, I’d laugh at least.

I try really hard, but Mr. Hibiki Hideyoshi doesn’t notice.
He’s too busy being consumed by the movements and grace
of Aailyah’s body. How disgusting, a man of his age.
Ignoring the rest of us, for her; just because of her.
Word’s can not describe how much she aggravates me.
All I want is to fit in and achieve the level of greatness
that I know I am destined for. This has been my dream, but
what kind of dream is this? One where everyone backstabs
and smiles deceitfully. After being at this school for a while
I have met Aailyah, undecided on whether I liked her or not.
She was aware of our teachers gawking problem, but our
Teacher was the best, and she wanted to be the best.
I admired her in that way, she had drive and tolerance.
.
I started to think that I wasn’t so alone in this big city.
A southern lady like me was not knowledgeable of these streets.
While stumbling the streets after class I ran into a girl who
was in my class. I slammed the door and she screamed so loud
I almost wet myself. Her shriek could of made glass break, it
sounded as if she saw a plane about to crash into the earth.
She was petrified. I couldn’t help myself I laughed, and oddly enough
she did too. A newly found friendship was formed that day.
Sue was her name and being a tom boy was her game. She hated
the enormous skirts of our tutus and the feminine ties around our waists.
She was unusual and unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Which is probably
Why we became such magnificent friends. Newly found friendships,
I ended up not being as alone as I thought. After opening my eyes
I saw what remarkable dancers everyone was. I was being challenged,
but I challenged myself harder than any teacher could.

Intelligence Test Poem

Betrayl

I'll breath fire,
where you stand.
Trapping you into
a corner.
You'll eat bullets,
from the barrel of
my shotgun.
Try and hide,
you won't get very far.
My ax will brush in
between your teeth.
Cleaning in-between the lies
that you've told.

The Widow

Forever My Everything

I hear your voice, but your not there.
While lying in bed I can feel your arms
wrap around my body. A strong embrace
I long for, but will never feel again.
My love,
I miss you.
I need you so much that I can barely
get out of bed. You said you’d be
back later that night. Just a night out
with your best friend. Your friend,
just an average Joe from the look of him.
Nothing special, or so I thought.

Fishing, something you’ve always enjoyed.
I never understood the way that waiting
on a boat just sitting there gave you such joy.
It gave your friend joy, it gave him pleasure
To murder you in cold blood. He dumped
Your lifeless body into the ocean.
Betrayal and anger must have filled your eyes.
Did you have time to feel hate?

He had time to contemplate the way that
he’d end your life. I have time for hate,
I feel no spec of understanding to what he has done.
You were there for him, for his pain of his divorce
And he takes it out on you, his bestfriend.
You were not like me though, you were not angry.
Never once did you get angry, I never understood
You like that. But I always admired that about you.

I’ve always said I would try not to be angry.
I’ve always used the excuse I am stubborn.
I am, and you know the better than anyone.
But, there’s one thing that you knew though,
That I would do anything for you;
I’d always try my best, just for you.
Nothing was too great, and nothing could be too hard

They read your will today. I sat in our lawyer’s office
in the oversized leather chairs in front of a large
dark wooden desk. I’ve never come here alone,
you were always by my side, you were my rock.
What the lawyer told me was tough to listen to.
You must be hell-bent on breaking me of this habit.
For stated in your will it said:


To my loving wife:

I don’t know how long I have on this earth,
but I must tell you that the time I’ve had
that I have been blessed. To be with
someone who has such passion and strength
I am a lucky man. Not knowing when I will
go, just remember that I love you.
And no matter how far away I am from you
that I am always in your heart.
Try to be strong for the kids, they’ll need you.
And I know that you’ll need them more.
I want to ask you to do something for me.
My darling, I wish to be cremated.
I want to be surrounded by the endless
waves and wildlife of the ocean.
My love for you is endless and I want to
have my life celebrated and remembered
Spread my ashes over the tranquil Indian Ocean.
It’s so beautiful there, remember our honeymoon?
Revisit it for me, and spread my ashes.
It’ll be our last rendezvous together.
Remember my love,
Always forgive, and understand that something’s
are out of your hands. Use your temper for good
not for hate. Share your passion with the world.
Just always remember that I love you.

After his will was read my mind ran wild.
I love you too, but you upset me, is all I could think.
Damn, you are right. But how could you understand,
If you were in my shoes you’d be in the same boat that I am.
You would make me return to the Mahe Islands in Seychelles.
I will go, of course you know I would. I don’t want to, but
I have no choice, I adore you even though you push my buttons.

Fear, is something I know I have to face. I’d rather avoid it,
I’d rather be here with you with Sebastian and Skye.
I want our family back but I can’t live like that, you’re right.
For you and our family I’ll be strong. But don’t expect me to
Be happy about it, remember that I am stubborn and stubborn
Is what I know best.

My love,

I miss you always, our children miss you.
Home’s where the heart is and I’m in yours like you are in mine.
Never far away. We went to the Indian Ocean, once again
Surrounded by the beauty of the view, it was breathtaking.
I could feel your presence in the gusts of wind.
A silent I love you, and thank you floats to my ears.
Rest in peace my darling, I’ll always love you.

Magnetic Poetry

When I Was..

The Summer I was Uprooted

Packed up, on the move.
No more big city, hello small town.
Middle of nowhere, nothing but an echo.
Swore I wouldn't leave, I love city life.
Frustration, I don't want to be here.
Forced against my will. I hate this.

Goodbye to Heidi, Jimmy, Maria and Miranda.
Family friends since the beginning of time.
Distant relatives, far from family.
And everything I've ever known,
everything I've ever loved.

Stuck in hillbilly hicktown, USA.
To personal, but nothing I can do.
I used to love bike riding down the block.
To roller skate with my friends.
While listening to Backstreet Boys,
and Aaron Carter, but no more.

I'm out here with no one.
No friends, just my parents and siblings.
I hate this, they don't understand.
This summer sucks, but I'm stuck.
Just call me the misfit stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Cruel Honesty

A slap in your face, what you deserve.
I never told you, I think you're ugly.
Remember that time I said I liked your hair.
I lied. Oh, and the time I told you that
you were my best friend. Nope, another lie.
Never big lies, just white little ones.
They mean nothing, I spared your feelings.

You didn't do the same for me.
Told me, your not my sister anymore.
Loose my number, I hate you. I hope you died.
A whole in my heart is what you left.
Family meant something to you, it meant the world to me.
At least it did mean something to you I thought.
Disowned, hated, I mean nothing to them anymore.

Cruel world, cruel honestly is what I got in return.
A door slamming in my face, goodbye you don't belong.
Left without a familiar face, out to find my own way.
Rescued finally, but you'll never get what you deserve.
My cruel honestly for you will remain locked under key.
Family still means the world to me, but I'll always mean nothing to you.

Her Need For Revenge Is Like A Fence

Fixed steel, restricting, holding
back feelings of anger and hatred.
The need to cause pain, to hurt
those who caused her heart to ache.
Selfish, betraying backstabber.
He doesn't know pain, he will learn.
He'll know my name when I am done.
Never will he forget. He hurt her.
Her heart, body and mind he thrown away.
Used her, like she was nothing.
Sad pathetic boy, pray for a miracle.
Because my revenge is coming. And,
your my main target. Goodbye.

2.25.10 Life

My life as of this very moment, is a bit scattered. One thing is happening here, and oh over there yup, there's a lot more I have to get to, eventually. Being rushed because we are moving is what is currently on my brain. Not to forget the fact that I am sick. Yup, couldn't forget that one, it's a biggy. Well, I went to the doctors a week ago to get checked out because I was not feeling well. So, doc takes some blood and does some tests. Well, I have a severe cold and a double ear infection, awesome. Not, but I went on as usual because I am that stubborn of a person that I don't show that I am in pain. Last Thursday came around, I had to go on my Business Professionals of America trip to Grand Rapids. I was gone, had some fun but it was a lot of work and not a lot of sleep. Bad news, I end up feeling like crap all weekend. I come home sick, I miss school Monday leave my house extra early just to drive 35 minutes to Clinton Township to my doc's office to be seen. I wait 2 and a half hours, finally I get to be seen. Another half an hour later doctor finally comes into the room. "Oh, ya by the way you have strep throat."
Of course I said. "HUH!"
Well okay, maybe I was not so nice about it. Anywho, he tells me that he called this number. Guess whose number it is. It's my father, yah my dad that one guy who kicked me out of his house. Well, daddy dearest didn't find it important to call someone that I live with to tell them that I have strep throat along with the news that came back with my blood tests. By now I am just lit and about to go off, but I keep my compusure. So, the doctor changes every phone number that he has to mine. Even though I did that the previous time I was there. Well, now if it isn't changed the next time I go back then I am finding a new doctor that's for sure. So now I have medicine and slept two days. I was in so much pain because also while I was away I had torn something in my knee, so it hurt like heck to walk. I also bruised my forearm so it hurt to lean on. I sprained my ankle on the opposite leg of my hurting knee. Plus, I still have the same cold all along. That's not even the half of whats happening in my life right now. I have family problems, personal problems that I am dealing with internally, and my boyfriend problems. Which I am glad to say there are few because he has been amazing at taking care of me and doing everything for me while I was sick. That was probably the best part about being sick.

Confessions Poem

Dear Dad;

I confess to you here and now,
I am not your little girl anymore.
I confess to loving other people,
not just you dadddy.
I love my friends, and my boyfriend.
They are apart of my family.
My family, which expands and grows,
it's not just about you Dad.

You have always fought with me on this.
Fought with me on everything.
I have news for you daddy dearest,
this is my teenage rebellion towards
your over controlling habit.
I am fighting for what I have to do,
and for who I love. It's what I have to do.

I need to make my mistakes Dad,
I need to make them on MY own.
This is MY life Dad, you can't
protect me forever. My confessions to
YOU is, I am sorry for breaking your
heart. Like YOU said I did.
I never did any of this to hurt you.
I need to do what's best for me, but
you never listen to me.

You're a stubborn old man and your
suffocating me. I am sorry for what
I have done to you. But you've never
admitted you were wrong or apologized either.

But I'll apologize now, and clear my conscious.

What I Would Do..

You Better Be Careful..

If Chris were to leave or cheat on me,
I would walk into his bedroom.
Take his ever loving sketch pads,
that contain creatures and images.
Grab a big black permanent marker,
and scribble all over the pages.
I would take your expensive goose
down pillows and slice them with a knife.
Dumping all of the feathers over your floor,
pouring honey on top to make a sticky mess.
You will fall, and you will be a chicken.
Like the ones you are afraid of.

I would burn you favorite sour belt candy,
and melt them into your favorite blanket.
Waiting till the sticky and sour strips
seep into the fabric of your blanket.
I would take your precious little cat named
Angel, and paint colorful neon polka dots on him.
I would take your brand new skater shoes that
you love and dump melted butter finger ice cream
in them.

I would dump your beloved Pepsi in the refrigerator,
and replace it with diet cola.
Before I leave I would go to your room, and
blast Snopp Dogg music on your stereo.
You'll be in tears and next time you'll know
not to mess with me.

Flickr Picture

Painting Catastrophe, My Picture

Picture/Object Poem

Fun day, normal day. Art time at home.
Crystal and I painting, getting along.
She wanted green, I was painting grass.
The fighting started. The colors fly around the room.
Screaming takes a turn for the worse.
Yellow, purple, red, blue and green.
Walls covered from head to toe.

Wresting and squirming on paint colored floor.
Mom walks in, we thought we were dead.
Crystal gets crafty and hides behind me.
The blame game starts now.
“She did it.”
“Noo, she did it.” I’d plea.
My sister gets clever and ends the fighting.
Hugs me, hugs me by the neck.
Just playing, and being cute.

I start to choke and gag.
I cry. No one thinks anything of it. I scream.
“No they are just playing,” someone would say.
Faces, painted like wild people.
Camouflaged with the colors of the rainbow.
Caught red handed, Mom walks back in.
The coward who stands behind me hides.

A photo that forever is burned into my memory.
That moment in time I can replay frontward’s to back.
Till this day Crystal and I argue what really happened.
Unsolved mystery, untold lies and the untold truth.
Three stories total, but mine will always go untold.
I am younger; my imagination is too great to recall the truth.

The time captured in this photo remains a burden on my shoulders.
I want to be right. I wish to be right, but I will never be right.
She was not choking me; she was just hugging me tightly.
Showing her affection towards her baby sister. No longer the baby,
She will continue to hold her lies. Even though her memory is going
Faster then mine. Childhood games, sibling rivalry, cattiness.
Just another story of sister warfare.

In My Past

After Years


I saw you today, I saw you in a grocery store.
Shopping on Saturday like always. Decades past
and I don't mean anything. Another
person among the living.

I saw you today, pricing things like
always. So content, I don't
know how you do it. I used to mean
something to you. Now it's different.
High school was the last time I spoke to you,
last time I was an adolescent, the last time
we were a family. High school went by fast.
Memories, laughter, tears and excitement.
In the past, but not forgotten.

I saw you today, memories of getting yelled at
and awkward conversations. Birds, bees, and
curfew. Loss of Jessica, loss of my best friend.
A gain of a new soon followed. Cherished memories, of
my relationship with my father and forgotten friendships.

I saw you today, and I remembered. Laughs and tears.
Preserved memories back in my brain
stored for those moments when I miss them.

My name is.. Version 2

My name is Katherine.
Today my name was drowsy.
Yesterday my name was vexation.
Tomorrow my name will be contentment.
Secretly my name is emotional.
My name once was rebel without a cause.
My childhood name was unconcerned.

My Name Is...

My real name is Katherine.
Today my name was frustration.
Yesterday my name was busy body.
Tomorrow my name will be exhausted.
Secretly I know my name is dazed and confused.
My name once was shrimp.
I was once known as the quiet new girl.
My childhood name was rebel without a cause.
My name is forever and will be just me.

Image #1 Leaving It In The Past

Leaving the bad behind and starting something new. Not being told that it's all your fault. Being free and happy is what is in store for me. Goodbye to all the tears and saddness. Looking forward to what is going to happen in the future. The unknown, a mystery, something exciting. To be so nervous but yet to be so relieved. Everyday troubles is all I have to deal with. No more drama except what I cause. Only my problems and frustrations is all I have to look forward to. To be a bit scared is reasonable and normal. But to leave all that I have known behind should be a bit sad, shouldn't it? I think so, I've been bouncing this thought back and forth in my head but I am at a stand still. A person standing on snow covered train tracks. No longer at a crossroads with myself and the world. Leaving everything bad in my past behind and walking the line forward. Only me and my shoes to carry me. To carry me to where I will find my new home. A new home, anywhere but where I was. I may seem alone, and at best I guess I am but I dont see it as a bad thing. I have never been alone, never been given the chance to think for myself by myself. Relief, clarity and hope is all I have left and that'll get me through.

Picture #4 Where I'd Like To Be

Lonely tree in the middle of no where. Like that tree on Range Road to Marysville. Or the tree in Winnie the Pooh. Piglet's home far far away where he scary things come to get him. A tree I would like to sit under one day. The wiggled branches might be scary at night, I wouldn't like to be around when the sun sets and everything goes dark. I am a bit of a scardy cat like Piglet. A tree full of wonder with the sky hanging low. I wonder what it would be like to lay in the grass and stare up to the full clouded blue sky. A place of enchanting wonder and peace. It's a place I would like to visit. A place that could be full of laughter and character, I know a lot of people who would run free in the green grass and breath in some fresh air. A place of thought and a place to be away from stress and crowded city streets. A place where clarity is common and unlimited. An open field with a single mysterious tree. A tree I would be afraid of, a tree that I would admire and a tree that I would like to climb. It's a place inside my head where I am alone and at peace. Is it real, or just a picture I am not sure.

The Right to Choose

I feel strongly about being your own person. I get upset when people try to force you to become something other than who you are. I take offence to someone saying that I am wrong when it comes to my opinion. No one has the right to tell me I am wrong when it comes to my own opinion, and no one can tell me that I am not wearing the right clothes. When it comes to parents, yes they do have a say in what you wear. Well that's if your parents actually do care that much to argue about your clothes, but I do believe that people have the right to choose. It upsets me especially when it comes to religion. My new step father is very religious and I am not religious at all. (I am kind of, sort of in a way). Anyways, he was talking one night to my little sister telling her all of the things that he's going to change in our house and that our family is going to be a "christian home." I was like HOLD THE PHONE. Let me just say, I let my opinion be heard. I care very deeply about my opinion and my rights. Till the day I die I will make sure my voice is heard.

I Remember

I remember the way that my family was a whole.
I remember the way we would all go on camping trips together.
I remember being little in my parents arms.
I remember being so scared and alone.
I remember him leaving and him leaving us behind.
I remember her turning her back on us and being selfish.
I remember taking charge and being the parent.
I remember her levaing and him coming back to us.
I remember a new beginning and a fresh start.
I remember better times and new laughs.
I remember dark times when things started to get worse.
I remember getting yelled at and always being wrong.
I remember when I couldn't take anymore and left him behind.
I remember walking out and not going home.
I remember him coming to find me and being strong.
I remember facing him and looking him in the eye.
He says I hurt him really bad, and that he doesn't want to see me again. But if he only knew that he hurt me worse. All I knew was that I didn't want to see him for a long time and so far I've kept that promise to myself.
I remember waking up happier then I have been in a long time.
I remember that feeling lasting and overall being happy.
I remember when my sister came and attacked me.
I remember how much I cried and how bad I felt.
I remember my anger catching up to me and the feeling of regret washing away.
I remember being tired of dealing with his abuse and now I am happier. Happier that I've been in a long time.
I look forward to being happy from now on and not being talked down to and blamed for everything.
I am still a child, but I have seen and learned so much already.
I remember so much from my past, so much that I am sure it would scare most people.
I have been through so much, but I am not done living yet.

Comments to Friends :]

To Christina:
You are deffinately one of a kind christina! Hahah, your poems awesome. It made me laugh, you did a great job of describing yourself to the "t."

To Renee:
I love it! It is you exactly, it may have only taken you minutes to come up with it but it is genuis. You know yourself really well, and it came out in your poem :]

Full Moon Me

Full Moon Me

I’m a teal star, the color of earth

And water that shines bright in the sky.

As graceful as any ballerina I am,

But fall flat on my face I do too.

I am the sweet song of life, and love lessons.

I am the number ten, perfect I may seem

But perfect I am not.

I am the loveseat in the living room,

With a big heart and devoted.

I am mint chocolate chip ice-cream,

Sweet like chocolate and stubborn like mint.

I am a dormant volcano, tranquil at most times

But I can erupt at any given moment.

I am an oak tree, I can take a lot

And I am very strong willed.

I am afraid of loss,

Mostly of those I care for most.

Behind my eyes you can find

Hope, hope of a better future.

I am Dr. Pepper, with my twenty-seven

Different flavors of emotion.

Words

Nouns:
Frijolillo - A small tree or shrub having innate leaves poisonous to livestock
Cartonful - the quantity contained in a carton
Ravehook - A tool, hooked at the end, for enlarging or clearing seams for the reception of oakum.
supersensualism - beyond the range of the senses.
nontemporariness - lasting, existing, serving, or effective for a time only

Verbs:
alphabetize - to put in alphabetical order
delineate - to trace the outline of; sketch or trace in outline
suffuse - to overspread with or as with a liquid, color, etc.
defoliating - to strip or destroy
disgorged - to surrender or yield; vomit

Adjectives:
Unchained - free;
Unvaried - characterized by or exhibiting variety; various; diverse
structureless - free form, not confined
Pudgy - short and fat or thick
supersaturated - to increase the concentration of (a solution) beyond saturation; saturate abnormally.

Hate Poem
Julie Sheehan
I hate you truly.
Truly I do.
Everything about me hates everything about you.
The flick of my wrist hates you.
The way I hold my pencil hates you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.
Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you.
Look out! Fore! I hate you.

The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging from under by third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you.
Also my ancestors.

A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious symbol of how I hate you.
My voice curt as a hairshirt: hate.
My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate.
My pleasant “good morning”: hate.
You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head under your arm? Hate.
The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate.
My wit practices it.
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning to night hate you.
Layers of hate, a parfait.
Hours after our latest row, brandishing the sharp glee of hate,I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might hate each one individually and at leisure.
My lungs, duplicitous twins, expand with the utter validity of my hate, which can never have enough of you,Breathlessly, like two idealists in a broken submarine

My Life As of Now

How to describe my life right now?
Well you could say it is a bit stressful. Okay, more then just a 'bit' stressful, it's a ginormous mess. When I get stressed out I get tongue tied and I can't sleep. It's horrible to say the least. All of this drama that's been going on in my life started the Sunday before exams. (I know perfect time right). Well, it all started when my boyfriend's parents were being "not so nice," and kicked him out. It was this whole fiasco to sum it all up. I guess it all worked out for the best in the end. I found him a place to stay and now I get to see him more then I used to. But, now I have this pickle of a situation on my hands. My father is being a bit uncooperative.

On the up side, I recently got a job. Good for me right? No, wrong you are. My father had to go throw that down the tubes. He decided to take my car away for two days. Only good thing is that I didn't get called in during that time. Anyone whose known me for a while would know the situation that my parents are in. They've been divorced for six years now and the whole court situation is still being dragged out. I currently decided to move in with my Mother but now my father is deciding to treat me horrible because I don't want to live under his roof anymore. Currently you could say my life is full of guilt trips and unfair blame. But hopefully soon it'll be back to the normal amount of crazy that I am used to.